On the boardwalk

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((OoC: As I've stated before I don't like putting the name with () in my titles. So just so you now. Elora only. Thanks in advance. ^_^))

A hot summer day on the beach meant Saint would not be able to wear his usual outfit with a great deal of discomfort. Thus the boy had dressed down, wearing a simple red beater and black knee-long shorts over his white leggings. He still wore his headband and cross, now adding sunglasses to block the one o’clock glare from the sun. Only a bit away from the boardwalk, where Saint was on his walk, was his house. Fleet was still sleeping and his mother had gone to her office to work on a publication. Leaving Saint more or less with the house to himself, however the reason he left was to get more fish for his pet penguin. The fish market was just on the other side of the boardwalk.

There were quite a few shops and stands that caught Saint’s eyes, everything from suits to hotdogs and fried dough. Down a pier structure was a grouping of carnival games and shops, even a Ferris wheel that was impossible to miss. This place was full of surprises the boy thought to himself while walking, eyes darting from attraction to shop to stand. The problem with this being the fact he was not watching where he was walking in any manner. Suddenly his path was impeded as Saint collided with someone, the shock of impact bringing the boy out of his sightseeing daze. Blood rushed to his cheeks out of embarrassment for bumping into someone like that. He bowed his head lending an apologetic gaze.

“Oh! Forgive me! I’m so sorry for bumping into to you like that. I was not watching where I was going. Are you all right? Oh… I’m so clumsy sometimes. I shouldn’t go daydreaming like that. Again, I’m extremely sorry for hitting you. Sorry.”

Saint was almost frantic in his apologies to the person who, until now, he had not realized was a girl about his age. He stood straight up scratching the back of his head and lending a sheepish smile. The color still remained in his face.

[elora]

"Mom..."

"Don't argue with your mother now, sweetie. Me and your father are going through some very hard things and we can't afford you coming back home this year, or any year close to be frank."

"But mother, we agreed that--"

"We never agreed on anything, daughter of mine. Now, I've transferred five thousand more dollars into you bank account, which should help you survive for a couple more months then you were planning. And if it runs out, just tell Justin to get a job, okay?"

"That lazy sack of tin cans and alcohol that you sent me off with couldn't even write his own two-letter resume, Mom! And you know that!"

"Well you'll have to think of something. Be kind."

"Yesh. You too, mum."

"Have a good one, Domino."

Call ended. Elora smacked the phone back onto it's hinges in the little phone booth and withdrawed from the large glass box, a sigh went past the lips of the british girl who was unusually tall for a young lady of only fifteen years in age. 5'10, her bangs were combed to the sides and tucked behind her ears to let the golden thread earings dance down near her shoulders with little pockets of emeralds hanging from their tips. "This is so not fair! Bloody hell, I don't want to stay with that loser for the rest of my life, mum! I don't mind California, but dear gosh, I mind spending all my passtime with someone who only drinks his beer bottles and watches reality shows for crying. out. bloody. loud!" Elora kicked the dirt beneath her feet, leaving a stain to show on her black and white tennis shoe. Goodness gracious, Elora wanted to return back to England, even if not with her parents, but it was totally out of the question according to her Mother. The young lady was just trying to make the best of her day, Justin had driven her completely mad with his heavy metal singing, and so Elora had just gone out, blue jeans and green top and a dark green jean jacket, to walk around. She really didn't know where she was, just sawa phone booth near a bunch of little shops and thought of her parents. Her home. And how desperate she was to leave Justin, even though no matter how bad he got she still looked upon him as a very good friend. They were bonded, but still able to drive each other crazy, and Elora wanted to give her mother some intel on how terribly annoying he was. Well the conversation ended up a flat tire, Elora sighed as she moved away from the booth kicking the dirt. Then she just slipped her hands into her rear pockets, twisting her arms a bit, she surely did not know where the hell she was but why not a hamburger? You've got to be kidding, if her mother were to hear of fifteen year old Elora ordering a pound of meat at some snack shop she would come over like she were on rocket boots and give Elora quite the whap. ... so, maybe a salad? Good gracious, a salad would really knock Elora off her heels! Speaking of which-

"Mmph!" Elora looked up quick enough to see her body colliding with another, though the taller person which had knocked her down was lucky enough not to fall, Elora still landed on her rear end. Standing up she dusted some dirt off the side of her jeans and then looked back, probably the first person she had seen that was taller then her by more then an inch so far. Mmhmm. “Oh! Forgive me! I’m so sorry for bumping into to you like that. I was not watching where I was going. Are you all right? Oh… I’m so clumsy sometimes. I shouldn’t go daydreaming like that. Again, I’m extremely sorry for hitting you. Sorry.” He spoke very quickly, Elora was still getting her head back together at the moment, but she heard every word and smiled. "That's quite alright, mister! I'm ... I'm still in one piece, am I not? .... well, mostly. And-" By gosh, he sounded like a woman! The multiple sorries, the speedy talking, goodness gracious, what could make Elora's day simply worse? She couldn't even keep up to forgive a person. "Really, it's okay!" She near shouted at the last words of the boy.

OOC: Maybe a little bit long...sorry.

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((OoC: I don't mind at all.))

A bit taken back by the tone of the girl’s voice Saint stopped himself from continuing any further. It seemed he was making an ass of himself, just great, as if he did not already have a hard enough time getting along with people. So much for making a good first impression, she probably thought he was some moronic freak. Why couldn’t he just be normal? Like everyone else? His train of thought continued on the downgrading spiral until his self-esteem had been thoroughly crushed. Ironic that he needed no bully or anything, he could make himself feel completely pathetic without any trouble. Truly sad.

Crimson faced and feeling as though everyone was laughing at him, Saint stood there for a moment massaging the back of his neck nervously. Sure, the girl may have forgiven him but that did not mean he was okay with what had happened. He wanted to just take off and disappear but that seemed like it would be impolite. Though after knocking someone down, you polite can you actually be. With averted eyes Saint remained there, hand on the back of his neck while he struggled for something, anything, to say. Finally he managed to speak though his voice was quite soft and timid.

“Well… I’m glad you are okay. Anything I can do to make up for it? I know I’m not your favorite person right now, but I wouldn’t feel right if I didn’t at least ask, you know?”

Ever so slightly the boy shifted his gaze up toward the girl, still not looking her directly in the face. He simply couldn’t after the degradation he had implemented on himself. Who could? Though he couldn’t help wonder during this encounter why he acted like he did. There just had to be something wrong with him, beyond what he already knew was wrong with him.

[elora]

Elora hadn't any intentions of being rude when she shouted at him, it was just a straight forward way of getting him to stop for just a moment so she could assure him it was all alright! Accidents do happen, but sometimes some people had problems with that and had to go about like this guy not even letting the other person reply and instead drowning them with their apologies. Elora blinked, the thick black eyeshadow on her eyelids gave her the regular intimidating, gothic deamenor but if it scared anyone that would only be one more laugh for Elora. She actually liked those colors...black and white, she could live her whole life with only seeing them, but if her tastes scared people that just gave her a laugh on how idiotical man can get. Anyhow, turning her attention back to the boy, she sighed, realizing she had probably made him a bit ... or, taken him off guard, or made him realize how much he was reminding her of a two year old girl!

She didn't mean to offend him or to humiliate him in any way, shape, or form when she shouted at him to stop but then again everyone doesn't take things quite the same way as one might. She looked at him rubbing his neck, looking away, and almost slapped herself. Elora hated to see people get all cooped up and sad because she hurt their feelings, sometimes it didn't effect her and she would just call them sissies and tell them to shove off and then be on her way, but she decided being a bitch wasn't always the way out of things and wasn't always the proper way to make friends. She bit her lip, what else could she say to the boy? Or ... what should she say? She was speechless, Elora didn't talk much and making friends was not one of her talents, so she was sort of hoping for him to say something to get everything on with.

“Well… I’m glad you are okay. Anything I can do to make up for it? I know I’m not your favorite person right now, but I wouldn’t feel right if I didn’t at least ask, you know?”

...
He said something.
Yesh...true. But ... for the love of everything beautiful and good, was this guy trying to pick her up? Well, to be frank, Elora wasn't quite familiar with relationships and how someone tried to begin one so she wasn't certain what he was coming to when he asked her if he could do anything to make up for it. She blinked twice, parting her glossy purple-ish crimson lips for a moment, about to speak when she let the rest of the words trail along. Was this the usual `shite a polite person pulls? "Eheh ..." Elora felt the gold hair earrings floating from her earlobes, her fingers dangled out of her pockets as she then replied,

"Well, of course your not my favorite person at the moment, and actually I don't make much favorite persons but ... I, I don't intend on, and I think it would be best if you don't either, on anything more but-yesh. I guess it wouldn't hurt if you bought me a soda to make up for it. Though it is just everyday cluminess, I'm certain!" She replied, giving the guy the proper decent chance to make up for whatever to make himself not feel so guilty or embarrassed. It was the least Elora can do, supposedly.

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Awaiting the girl’s response patiently Saint was trying not to do anything further to embarrass himself. Lucky it had never occurred to him that this might be interpreted as an attempt to pick someone up. He would’ve died from embarrassment had he thought of it, well post saying it. Ironically he was impartial to whether or not she accepted his offer, it was more for politeness sake, and a bit of piece of mind. At least if she accepted Saint could feel fine about everything on his way to get Fleet’s food. But if she declined Saint would have been completely fine with everything, after he had offered, not his fault.

Until this girl seemingly stumbled over a response and fiddled with her earring, Saint had not noticed her attire. To must people it would’ve been quite an odd sight but Saint’s usual outfit was just as weird, putting him in no position to judge. Personally, the boy was indifferent to people’s manner of dress among other things. After all, a killer bisexual who is a devote Catholic isn’t exactly the image of a normal person. Especially when that person has repressed memories of horror.

When she finally responded Saint glanced up listening politely as usual. Apparently she though he had some ulterior motive for asking, but Saint could not think of what she may have been thinking. Pushing the thought aside, Saint nodded in recognition of her request, and so the two would be off to get her a soda. Thinking about what she may have asked for caused Saint to chuckle to himself. After all he did say anything and had she taken that literally, the boy have found himself being asked to by some thousand dollar dress. That would have be a great story to tell his mother. The boy shrugged motioning for the girl to lead the way to wherever she wanted to go, as they say ‘ladies first’.

“Very well, a soda it is… after you.”